Introduction
They’ll either doubt you or believe in you—regardless of what they say, it shouldn’t change your mission.
Talking About the Dream
I really enjoy talking to people. I can’t help it.
People ask me what I’m doing, and I tell them—I’m building my startup.
In the past, I used to talk more than I did. But now I’m learning to get comfortable building in public.
Because I think keeping your dreams a secret is just as dangerous as never acting on them. Whether you talk or stay quiet—doesn’t really matter.
As long as you’re actually fighting for it every day—and not substituting dopamine hits for progress—blabbering here and there won’t kill you.
If anything, I’m building trust. In myself. In others.
When I tell someone I’m gonna make something happen, I want to run into them a week later and say, “I made it happen.”
That’s when they go, “Oh shit—he was serious.”
They didn’t really believe me at first. No one ever really does.
Like when I explain my GPT wrapper startup idea--very original and groundbreaking concept I know. I mean that earnestly I'm leveraging powerful technology to try to deliver real value to my community. Many people turn their nose up when they hear AI startup nowadays but my ears tune in because I know the amount of value one can actually generate through creative use of the tools available.
I tell someone about the features. I see the doubt behind their eyes. They nod politely, but they don’t believe a word of it.
Then I come back the next week like: “Shipped it. Here’s the link. Try it out.”
Their whole face shifts.
Because now there’s weight behind what I said. Suddenly, my words start aging like prophecy.
Not because their validation matters—but because that’s how legends are planted.
So when they see my name in the headlines someday, they’ll remember that sidewalk conversation and feel stupid for doubting.
Maybe they’ll even rewrite the memory—convince themselves they believed in me all along.
The Two Archetypes
So here’s what this is really about.
Doubters and Believers.
When you share a dream, people sort themselves into two camps:
The Doubters. And the Believers.
(Yeah, some people don’t care either way, but we’re skipping those—they’re irrelevant.)
The Doubters
Doubters are exhausting.
They try to convince you your dream isn’t for you. That you should step aside and let someone “more qualified” take your shot. That you’re delusional.
As if I haven’t already done every mental calculation they’re now posing.
I’m more paranoid than they’ll ever be.
But they still insist I’m dreaming too big.
Honestly? I think I’m not dreaming big enough yet.
Anyway—
Doubters suck.
And they disappoint me.
Because they had potential. And they let it rot.
Still, they’re necessary.
They make the win look even better.
Once I make it, they’ll chalk it up to being “gifted” or “destined,” not realizing it was a staircase of ugly, bloody, painful steps.
They’ll say, “I always knew he’d make it”—because admitting they doubted me would mean admitting they were wrong.
I could write a whole essay on the doubter mindset—how deeply society normalizes self-limiting beliefs, then teaches people to project them onto others just to feel better about their own inaction.
The Believers
Then there’s the flip side.
The Believers.
The people who say, “Fuck it, go for it.”
And I love them. Deeply.
But let’s be honest—they’re a little weird too.
Because they skip over the risk.
It’s funny:
Doubters say nothing’s possible.
Believers say everything is.
Neither one’s totally right. But I’ll take blind belief over cynicism any day.
Luck, Time, and the Long Game
Here’s a quote I like:
Cynics get to be right. Optimists get to be rich.
It’s silly. But I’ll die on that hill.
You can be a cynic and die broke.
I’ll take my chances as an optimist. I can fail a hundred times.
I only need to win once.
I only need to get lucky one time.
And on a long enough time horizon, luck becomes irrelevant.
That’s what doubters never get.
They say “just wait until the time’s right.”
As if time is infinite.
As if I’m not burning through the most precious resource I’ve got.
They don’t realize: the way to beat luck is to outlast it.
Believers don’t always get this either. Some people get lucky faster.
You can blow up on your first album—or your fiftieth.
Me? I’d like to blow up before my knees start cracking and my spine turns to concrete.
The Honest Truth
Here’s the truth:
Doubters are sad cynics.
Believers are overly trusting.
Neither belief nor doubt alone dictates success.
Success goes to those who fight for it. Claw for it. Refuse to quit no matter what.
That’s the only kind of fairness I believe in.
Sure, some people will have an easier time. That’s life.
But if you fight hard enough?
You’ll win. Eventually.
And I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I’ll win sooner than most.
Call me an optimist.
Final Thoughts
Because the thing about magic is: you don’t have it if you don’t believe.
Children’s movie logic. Brockhampton lyric. Doesn’t matter—it’s true.
Athletes literally perform better when they believe in themselves. Neural drive improves. Motor function sharpens.
So why the hell would I self-sabotage before I even begin?
That’s a sad way to live.
I’d rather go out in flames than never step on the track.
But that’s just me.
I was born with the world in my hands.
And very few people strong enough to stop me.
I’ve had struggles—but I conquered every one of them through sheer malice and spite.
I won’t be able to brute-force everything in life.
But I can adapt.
Godspeed.